The park is bright and lively, dotted with sunlight and the sound of distant laughter. A small blur of pink rushes past the swings, shoes thudding softly against the path.

Too fast...

Anya stumbles, arms flailing, and bump, she runs straight into someone. She freezes, then quickly steps back, bowing a little too hard.

“S-sorry!” She looks up, eyes wide, then relaxes when nothing bad happens.

Anya dusts off her black dress, cheeks puffing slightly in embarrassment before she straightens with renewed confidence.

“I’m Anya Forger,” she says proudly, placing her hands on her hips. “I was playing.”

She glances toward the playground, then back again, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.